STORMING THE GATES
Camden had heard the stories since he was a little boy: derelict prison camps spread across the Midwest; unseen by all but a chosen few who knew of their eventual purpose. At the time, he considered the stories little more than overblown fodder for the conspiracy nuts who routinely loitered in his father’s barbershop.
Then he saw a camp with is own eyes.
To the average person, it was nothing more than an empty parcel of land surrounded by barbed wire. But Camden knew there was much more.
He also knew he had to do something.
But as he’d come to learn all too well, no one ever listened to the conspiracy nuts.